Writing nothing but #poem

Knowing nothing but
that leaving is a return home

Feeling nothing but
that healing is a dance that shows

both light and darkness, up and down
think you’re winning only to frown

Understanding nothing but
that this road knots into me alone

Seeing nothing but
that thoughts cannot move me if blown

way out of scale, watching their shadows
I long for nights when I am not home.

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